Listfully Yours

Keria slammed the fridge shut, his eyes wide in disbelief.

"Who the hell made this list?" he hissed, glaring at the piece of paper taped to the fridge door. His name sat at the bottom-unmarked, but there.

Gumayusi peered over his shoulder, squinting at the names, already crossed off in red ink.
"You think they're serious?"

Oner snorted, leaning back with a smirk. "Who cares? We'll get you off that list. Easy."

Keria wasn't convinced.

"It's not just a list, Oner. It's my future."

From the corner of the room, Zeus watched, quietly amused, as the trio began to hatch a plan-none of them noticing Faker slipping in, a mischievous grin spreading across his face.

This was about to get interesting.